Here is Chap 5. Thanks everyone for the reviews. Finn&Quinn interaction in this.

Several volleyball games are being played. Sam and a member of his hulking entourage, approach Finn, who still manages to look cool, even in gym clothes.

"What do you want golden boy?"

Sam points at someone. "See that girl?"

Finn follows his line of vision to Quinn as she spikes the ball into some poor guy's face. "Quinn Fucking Fabray?"

Sam nods at him. "What do you think?"

Quinn wins the game and high fives the others, who are scared of her.

Finn turns back towards Sam. "Well she's Quinn Fabray."

"Yeah, whatever. I want you to go out with her."

"Sure, Sammy. I'll get right on it." Sam looks on confused. "You just said…"

Finn pats him on the back. "You need money to take a girl out."

"But you'd go out with her if you had the cake?"

Finn stares at Sam deadpan. His dislike for the guy obvious and replies with a sarcastic tone. "Yeah, I'd take her to Europe if I had the plane."

"You got it, Hudson. I pick up the tab, you do the honors."

"You're gonna pay me to take out some girl?"

Sam nods and start explaining. "I can't date her sister until that one gets a boyfriend. And that's the catch. She doesn't want a boyfriend."

"Didn't you two, like, date or something?" "Let's not bring up bad decisions."

As the two stare at each other Finn finally gives in. "How much?"

"Twenty bucks each time you take her out."

Finn shakes his head. "I can't take a girl like that out on twenty bucks." "Fine, thirty."

Finn raises an eyebrow, urging him up.

"Take it or leave it. This isn't a negotiation."

"Fifty, and you've got your man." Finn walks away with a smile.

Quinn and the rest of the team go through a grueling practice session. She spares no one as she whips the ball all over the field.

Finn sits on the bleachers nearby, watching. A cigarette dangles from his mouth.

Mr. Tanaka, the coach, blows the whistle. "Good run, Fabray."

Quinn nods in response, and the girls leave the field. Finn hops down to follow. "Hey. Girlie."

Quinn stops and turns slowly to look at him.

"I mean Wo-man. How ya doin'?"

Quinn smiles brightly at him. "Sweating like a pig, actually. And yourself?"

"There's a way to get a guy's attention."

"My mission in life." She stands there undaunted, hand on hip. "Obviously, I've struck your fancy. So, you see, it worked. The world makes sense again."

Finn's eyes narrow. He steps closer. "Pick you up Friday, then."

"Oh, right. Friday."

Finn backs up a little and uses his most seductive tone. "The night I take you to places you've never been before. And back."

"Like where? The breadstick on Burnside? Do you even know my name, Hudson?"

Finn smiles brightly. "Oh so you remember me. I wasn't sure. A lot of people don't even recognize me anymore."

Quinn nods at him. "Well you sure did change." " So did you."

"You don't know anything about me." "I know a lot more than that…Quinn."

Quinn stares at him, surprised he actually remembered her name before she compose herself.

"Doubtful. Very doubtful." She walks away quickly, leaving him standing alone.

Across the field, Mike and Noah are sitting and watching everything.

"He took the bait." They turn toward each other and high five.

Quinn washes her face at the sink. Rachel appears behind her, and attempts to twist Quinn's hair into a chignon. She wacks Rachel away.

"Have you ever considered a new look? I mean, seriously, you could have some potential buried under all this hostility."

Quinn pushes past her into the hallway. "I have the potential to smack the crap out of you if you don't get out of my way."

"Can you at least start wearing a bra?"

Quinn slams her door in response.

Quinn stands at her locker, gathering her books. Finn appears at her side, smiling.

"Hey." Quinn doesn't answer.

"You hate me don't you?" "I don't really think you warrant that strong an emotion."

Finn nods. "Then say you'll spend Dollar Night at the track with me."

Quinn finally turns to look at him. "And why would I do that?"

"Come on - the ponies, the flat beer, you with money in your eyes, me with my hand on your ass..."

"You - covered in my vomit." "Seven-thirty?"

She slams her locker shut and walks away.

Quinn emerges from a music store carrying a bag of CDs in her teeth, and fumbling through her purse with both hands. She finds her keys and pulls them out with a triumphant tug.

She looks up and finds Finn sitting on the hood of her car.

"Nice ride. Vintage fenders."

Quinn takes the bag out of her mouth. "Are you following me?"

Finn points behind him. "I was in the laundromat. I saw your car. Thought I'd say hi."

"Hi." She gets in and starts the car.

"You're not a big talker, are you?" "Depends on the topic. My fenders don't really whip me into a verbal frenzy."

She starts to pull out, and is blocked by Sam's Viper, which pulls up perpendicular to her rear and parks.

Sam and his groupies emerge and head for the liquor store.

"Hey - do you mind?"

Sam smiles at her. "Not at all."

They continue on into the store. Quinn stares at them in disbelief...then backs up.

Her vintage fenders crash into the door of Sam's precious Viper.

Finn watches with a delighted grin as Sam races out of the liquor store.

"You fucking bitch!"

Quinn pulls forward and backs into his car again. Smiling sweetly.

Burt paces as Quinn sits calmly on the couch.

"My insurance does not cover PMS." "Then tell them I had a seizure."

"Is this about Sarah Lawrence? You punishing me?"

Quinn finally looks at him. "I thought you were punishing me."

Burt shakes his head. "Why can't we agree on this?"

"Because you're making decisions for me." "As a parent, that's my right."

"But you're not my parent." As soon as she says this, she regrets it but doesn't want Burt to know.

Burt's beeper goes off. Makes a nice distraction from the charged moment.

"Christ! I want a night to go by that I'm not staring a contraction in the face."

He walks out, leaving Quinn stewing on the couch.